-James Kirkwood
"Good Times Bad Times"
The word "debonair":
an adjective: having a sophisticated charm ("A gentleman")
an adjective: having a cheerful, lively, and self-confident air
Twenty-five years ago today:
March 20, 1985
Wednesday
It was another laid back day of 800/WATS Sales Training. Dale was peeking over my shoulder as I was writing in my journal. He just loves the fact that I am writing about him. It is true that he is one hell of a story all by himself.
Mary, our instructor and so-called AE (Account Executive), makes roughly $10,000 more a year than both Dale and I. She joined us for lunch today. Apparently, she had been living with her lover for eight years and then gave him one of the 'marry me or not ultimatum'. They don't see each other anymore on an intimate level.
"He still calls me and he's always around, living a block away doesn't help," said Mary.
I feel Mary is a hard person to read. I believe she sees a psychoanalyst because she made a slip when she said, "Funny, that's what my doctor said" after Dale said something or other.
Dale has been getting a bit upset with my almost blurting out his birthday (April 8, 1963). The fact that he's only twenty-one is something he's embarrassed about people knowing. I think it's fun to see him get uptight and at the edge-of-his-seat. He has done that with me in the past. It's only fair for me to get even...a little.
Dale and I shared our afternoon break with Sue Leith, Sue Fisher and Mary McInerny. They love our company. It must be our debonair personalities. I'm sure of it.
After work Dale and I went to MIKAGE. I bought a shirt, tie and a pair of pants for sixty-one dollars. I also bought a journal book for twenty-dollars at Michael Bruno's. I even bought a CHILLY WILLY T-Shirt that I plan to wear tomorrow. The black guy who worked at MIKAGE was going on and on about his other job as secretary at the San Francisco Chronicle Executive Suite. He described the offices as a 'posh Dynasty-like set up'.
Dale and I both wanted to say, "All right already! Give us our merchandise and let us go!"
Dale and I each bought a card to give to Mary tomorrow. She'll like that. Then she may show them off to her own boss over lunch.
I drove Dale to the MacArthur BART station and then I drove directly to my gym. I saw the 'Jeff Burr' lookalike, Bob (the personal trainer) and Russ (Mr. Manhattan Beach). All three of them are "questionables". I guess they will continue to be so...until one day (maybe?).
The three fellas at the gym really are questionable. In fact, Russ and Bob left the gym at the same time as I did. Russ is A-1 Steak Sauce. I think he was watching for me to time the joint outing. I just went straight to my car and headed home, paying them no mind (or pretending not to).
Steff telephoned while I was catching the last half hour of DYNASTY. We didn't talk for very long. She still believes we are going to the BAM Awards on March 23rd but I wonder if we actually are going? I mean, really? That's this coming Saturday.
Bruce called me, too. I shunned him off bravely.
"I'm going to a telemarketing seminar," Bruce announced.
"Those things are free."
"No they're not. I don't believe you."
I gave him my spiel on my 800/WATS Sales Training. He was 'out of it'. I let him go, telling him I had to watch DYNASTY.
Dale called me, too. We talked a bit about Larry, our second-line manager of the entire SDC-Business Office.
Dale said, "Larry has a very wishy-washy attitude."
"What did he do to make you say that?"
"He tried to pull some strings for me when I didn't pass the ASR test last year."
"I guess it didn't work out, huh?"
"No, things didn't fall through."
Now Dale yearns for Yellow Page commission sales, like me.
I rummaged through Marty's GQ magazine. I noticed that Marty didn't come home last night which is fine with me. I turned in at eleven o'clock. Tomorrow is that 2-hour lunch (Thanks to Mary).
Life seemed to him once more bright and beautiful, and all his old gladness came back to him again.
-Oscar Wilde
"Lord Arthur Savile's Crime"
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